Myros Kharzak (MEE-rohs KAR-zahk)
A Resident
Myros Kharzak (a.k.a. Milo)
Myros weaves silence into thread. His Scythian looms are low to the ground, carved with ancient runes and tucked beneath heavy woolen canopies. He works slowly, measuring time not in minutes, but in passes. His cloth is dense, warm, and humming with symbols most can’t translate—but feel.
He prefers natural dyes—coal-black, loam-brown, sun-dried berry blue—and uses them in quiet harmony. Myros often gives away swatches with stories stitched into the edges: names, prayers, maps. Not all of them are readable. He says some meanings should only emerge after long use.
He wears his own scarves like memory fragments, and his home is lined with unfinished tapestries. He never explains why. Some are torn, others loop back into themselves. When asked, he only shrugs: “The story doesn’t always want an ending.”
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Omnephilic
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